Storm’s Over
Frank placed the umbrella gently in the lost and found, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Sorry, Mr. Frank, just a joke,” the students admitted, still laughing.
He shook his head, not angry, only amused. For once, the symbol carried no weight. “Storm’s over,” he whispered quietly, and for the first time, it truly felt real.
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